1963-09-26 - Not a bad start
Summary: Investigating Central Park where the Jotun had appeared, another, less Jotun-like creature emerges. Director Peggy Carter. Diplomacy, aided by the dashing Fandral the Dashing, happens.
Related: None, technically.
Theme Song: None
peggy thor fandral 


The fall weather brings night earlier and earlier these days, but the temperature is still pleasant, if on the edge of a chill. Peggy hasn't had the chance to go out on many field missions herself, but after a certain conversation last evening, she decided she's tired of sitting behind a desk. Besides, a light investigation with possible recruitment or monitoring in the future? That wasn't exactly a dangerous mission. So, when she got the call about another one of those strange coins at the little bar/restaurant on the edge of Central Park, she took her chance.

Now, Peggy is approaching the area. She's dressed as boring and normal as a federal agent can be, though she's got a trench coat on over her black suit (the jacket of which doesn't quite button these days), so she might simply have no taste in fashion, or she might scream some sort of cop. Being a woman, however, does rather cut out those assumptions from dress alone. Her dark eyes scan the area, looking for anyone who matches the description of that mysterious gold spending man.

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Description: Large man, blond hair, dressed in a button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and slacks.

Could be anyone, really, given that description. The City is pretty large, but to look into Central Park itself, there is but one that actually screams an idenfication. To say that Thor looks 'Nordic' is beyond mention, and that the way he carries himself, well.. there's just something that doesn't do well with 'blending in'. He wears the clothes as if it was a costume to be put on rather than the day's wear. And within the Park itself, Thor is walking amongst trees out to a clearing, making no attempt to hide, before he squats down to look at the earth before he looks forward as if following a trail that only he can see.

In hand? A cooling soft pretzel. With cheese.

*

For a woman who has spent her entire life reading people, the pride, strength, and simply 'Not your every day guy' that Thor practically SCREAMS is like a glowing beacon to Peggy. She's a trained agent, she reads body language cues like a morning newspaper. Thor stands out, to say the least. She arches a brow at the cooling soft pretzel and his seeming rambling walking. Interesting. What people thought this person was, she couldn't say, but the metals in the coin were not any known substance on earth… So she was following.

Peggy doesn't actually bother to hide herself, but she doesn't exactly stalk him either. The sound of her high heels can be heard softly on the concrete as she keeps a decent distance from him but continues on the same rambling path.

*

Thor drops a hand into the earth before scooping a little up with his hand and lets it run between his fingers before a couple more steps are taken. There, stone, clay and dirt are in a small collected area. He crouches again, lowers his head to study the ground, and his voice rumbles, "This does not speak of a lonely exile." Now, whether he's talking to himself or any other that may not be seen is up for debate, but it is the bass tones of his voice that allow it to carry. Slowly he rises to his feet and surveys the area in which he's found himself, blue eyes landing on a couple of the landmarks and the people. The people.

Thor moves to one along a near path, "Excuse me. Did you see what came to pass here a fortnight ago now?" Who exactly talks to New Yorkers as the sun is going down? Seriously?

And to another, "Did you bear witness—"

Nope.

*

Dark brunette eyebrow arches even higher as she hears the way he speaks. Like he's in some sort of Shakespearean play. This is surely the guy. Peggy doesn't approach, nor does she hide herself. She simply watches. She steps over towards a bench slightly off to the side of the area that he's pacing and studying. As if it's the most normal thing in the world, Peggy brings herself to settling down on that bench and crosses her legs. She will watch. She will wait.

Much like she did not bother to hide the fact she followed him, she doesn't bother to hide the fact that she's watching. No newspapers over her face or pretenses. Her study is akin to a silent invitation that, should he notice, she is open and unashamed about her interest in him.

*

He seems a friendly sort, this blond. There are no threats during his requests, nor are there any aggressive, potentially intimidating motions. Size aside, that is. And manner. Thor looks around again, and his gaze lands upon another, a lady, and he begins his approach with the same question upon his lips, the pretzel pretty much all but forgotten in hand. Maybe a slightly different approach is needed for a better outcome, however? To that end, he inclines his head in a hint of a bow, "Pardon me, my lady." That should be an attention getter? "I don't suppose that you witnessed what had transpired a fortnight ago on this land?"

*

"…No. I did not personally witness it. But I know people who did. Perhaps if you'd care to sit and tell me why you are interested, well… WE might come to some better understanding?" Peggy offers with a tempered, slightly enigmatic smile. Even in her plain jacket and black slacks, there is something powerful about her. Charismatic. She's not a woman who needs to look frightening or violent in order to protect herself, she simply radiates that sort of air that says she is not to be messed with.

*

That 'vibe' may have been exactly why Thor had addressed her as 'My lady' rather than a less than polite approach of directness once again. Glancing back the way he'd come, he returns his attention before, "There was battle done there. I too know those who were in the heat of it. I seek now witnesses to it."

There is a moment when Thor considers the request before he once again inclines his head in that half-bow and gestures towards one of the park benches in the vicinity. "If you know of those who were present, I would like to have audience with them."

*

The woman nods towards one of the benches next to her, as he inclines his head in a half asking motion. He is more than welcome to sit and talk. Her half smile remains, dark eyes narrowing on him a touch, though, as she studies him a bit closer in the evening light. "…Most people here aren't… in the habit of giving anyone an audience unless they are forcibly under arrest. Why are you quite so interested in the fight, if you simply know people in it? We all know people who do.. less than wise things on a routine basis." Peggy's clipped, British accent explains softly.

*

Thor takes the few steps that seem to cover the distance quickly before he sits on the bench. He immediately gets comfortable before he leans forward and looks to the pretzel as if it's the first time he's noticed it (again!) and tears a piece off. Of course a part of it is offered before he explains again,

"I know those who fought in the battle, and I trust their eyes and their knowledge, but now I seek others to be sure that the creature has not had others enter your realm in the same manner." Witnesses, then. And, well… newspapers don't help. Illiterate. "What was done was the correct course of action."

*

Fandral has arrived.

*

The offer of the pretzel gets a gentle shake of her head, even if her stomach betrays her a moment later, growling rather loudly. Peggy clears her throat, trying to ignore the insistance of her body which sure as hell doesn't NEED any more food, but seems to think that eating 24/7 is a wise idea these days, "You are kind, ah… no thank you." She murmurs about the pretzel, but then her attention is far more on the subject at hand instead of entirely too tempting street food.

Peggy turns her frame enough she's almost fully facing him, legs crossing the other way to accommodate the tilt of her knees against the side of the bench. "Yes, I know it was… a few of my people fought there as well, and we've been keeping eye on the anomaly that has shown itself. Some things have come out in the more recent time but we've… Handled them. What escaped before we got a perimeter set up, however, I cannot say. You know a lot about these creatures? Most people would say they shouldn't exist." Peggy is, very clearly, not most people. Her clipped, accented voice doesn't waver at all as she discusses the rather nerve wracking, dangerous situation.

*

"Lady?" Thor's expression darkens as he considers and off in the distance, there's a touch of cloudcover that darkens the waves over the East River. "I was told there was but one. A being made of stone, clay.." He rises from his seat to give basic height and size of the creature of which he meant, and he finishes, "Jotun." His accent is definitely… Scandinavian at best. "Tell me of these others, then? When did they arrive? How indeed did you dispatch them?" Here, then, must be an eyewitness! "Such things do exist and in numbers that cause me concern for Midgard, should they find their way unto your Realm."

*

Fandral arrives at the park, after this errant prince. He's dressed as a Misgardian but there's a presence about the man. He notices the lady that Thor is speaking with and smiles politely as he starts to make his way over. He gets within a few feet of Peggy and there's a pause, not for Thor but for the woman that is with him. There's almost a quizzical look as he studies Peggy. It distracts him enough not to introduce himself.

*

Now a touch of confusion dances across Peggy's features. Maybe he's *not* talking about the Hellmouth and, if he is, he has far different terms for it. She sits straighter, head tilting to the side, "…Midgard? Realm? Alright… You're going to have to slow down and back up a bit because I'm only distantly aware of who Jotun is, and the rest of what you're saying isn't exactly making sense." Peggy clears her through, shoulders squaring off as she watches him, debating something for a heartbeat or two before she finally offers her hand. "Maybe we should start with introductions. Margaret Carter but you can call me Peggy." IF he's watched or paid attention to any mortal news, she's not exactly an unfamiliar figure. She's been in press conferences with the President and others before. Director of SHIELD. But he might not be familiar with such mortal dealings.

She's about to say something else, when the somewhat deliberate approach of another unfamiliar figure, someone who walks with a similiar pride and confidence that Peggy just generally doesn't see in regular old New Yorkers, approaches. Peggy arches a brow between the two, trying to figure out some sort of connection. "…Friend of yours?" She finally asks her current conversation companion.

*

Thor's brows rise, and there's a mix of relief and a disappointment there written upon an expressive face. "Forgive me, then." He sounds genuine enough.

With her introduction, Thor rises again and holds a hand out for her own for him to answer in kind. "Lady Peggy," before he continues, "I am Thor Odinson, Crown Prince of Asgard, G-"

And there, Fandral is in time before Thor has much more time to continue on.. God of Thunder, slayer of Reindeer.. etc, etc, etc.

Straightening from his bow at his friend's arrival, Thor's smile grows greater. "Fa— Freddie. Aye. A good friend of mine." He speaks to Fandral now, his tones conversational, but low. "There are other creatures that walk this ground. Not just our Jotun. I was about to offer our aid and assistance." Read: Swords.

And it's back to Peggy, and his head ducks in question, "Is there some aid, then, that my friend and I can render to you if other beasts stalk this area?"

*

Fandral gives a polite nod to the lady in question, "Yes, Freddie Moyer, at your service." He holds out his hand in a traditional Midgard greeting rather than bowing to to the lady. He waits for her to shake his hand and then lets go, leaning over to murmur something to Thor. He then smiles and offers, "Prince Thor comes from another realm, a dimension if you would say. Much like these creatures that appear to be trying to break through. Asgardians typically try to keep the peace and prevent these kind of fissures that lead between worlds." He gives a hopeful look to the woman, to see if she is able to accept the truth.

*

Crown Prince? Peggy's brows furrow a bit more. She does stand respectfully as well, conducting herself rather perfectly as a diplomat, but maybe she's able to read that the man probably isn't crazy and there is far more going on here than she suspected at first. Or, well, she's just going off the strange metals in his coins. "…Asgard. You will have to forgive my lack of familiarity, Prince Odinson. It is not a country I know, and I am well studied in such things.." Her voice holds full respect, but also unguarded curiosity.

"…Mr. Moyer? Good to meet you also. I'm Peggy." She shakes his hand firmly, a business man's shake. "And yes. There are creatures… ones reported to change the weather and drink blood. Hounds three times the size of any large dog with vicious teeth. I'd say it was some awful Halloween prank, but the occurances have been too far spread to be a joke and people have gotten hurt. My people seem to have the worst of it in hand now, but I am curious what information you have on this Jotun. We would never ask you to fight, though… That is our jobs, not the job of a crowned Prince. … from another dimension or not." Peggy gives him a slightly amused smile at that thought, royalty in this place a far softer thing than his home. She seems to be nominally accepting it, though her eyes are slightly narrowed. SHe's trying to suss out the truth from both of them.

*

Thor leans when Freddie whispers to him before he looks back at Peggy and smiles, his expression a touch softer. "Aye, he speaks the truth. I have a fondness for Midgard, and if anything threatens her safety or the safety of her people, it is up to me…" Beat. "It is up to us to right it." Loki is the caretaker now of Midgard, and there's a moment when he chuffs a soft breath of frustration. Still, his brother will hear of this!

"Asgard, aye madam." Thor looks around for a stick, ready to draw in the dirt. He tosses his pretzel away, now utterly useless before finding one. It's a very bare basic drawing of a tree, simplistic, and from the branches, he draws circles. "Asgard is here. Midgard.." but he doesn't name the others. "Perhaps the stories of old? Asgard. Home of Odin, the All Father? Valhall, where warriors come to spend their time in the great halls relieving their battles and conquests?" Thor tosses the stick aside and looks to Fandral now, brows rising. He's the expert in Midgardian women here!

Looking back to Peggy, he sits down beside her, hands clasped before him, elbows on his legs, leaning. "Creatures that change weather and drink blood. Hounds." He nods his head and looks back to Fandral, "We shall speak to Loki on this. And Hrimhari. They will know ought to do, and," and Thor returns his attention to Peggy to finish, "… we will aid to rid these creatures from the land."

*

Fandral does his best not to chuckle at the interaction between Peggy and Thor. He then offers, "I know it's a lot to take in Peggy. Perhaps we can just answer some questions for you and we'll see what we can do to assist." He gives Thor a pat on the shoulder to let him know that his attempt at diplomacy was a good try. He then tells her, "I do not recognize the bests that you speak of, but yes, we can assist if you need us." He doesn't attempt to make it sound like they're rush in to save the day but more like a collaboration, "You might find our skillset useful in helping you deter any more breaches into your world."

*

The explanation from Thor does draw an arched brow, but Peggy's eyes are more curious than bulging and skeptical. She doesn't think him a liar, she thinks him a very intriguing thing to study. She steps a touch closer to Thor, hands resting upon her hips as she looks down at the basic drawing and circles. "…Intereting. We… have old tales of these places. Valhalla. Odin. You are tellimg me they…actually exist." Peggy's voice finally draws on a touch of flattened doubt at the back of her tone. Then she looks over to the other one.

"You are BOTH telling me these places exist, 'Freddie'? And you are from there as well?" She folds her arms across her chest now, almost daring him to fess up on the name, as the nick name Freddie doesn't even seem to fit him. For a midgardian woman, Peggy Carter seemed dangerously perceptive. "…And I think SHIELD has the current situation in hand, but we could always use some back up… getting my boys to trust you are all you say your are would be the challenge, really."

*

"Aye, you do. Told by men, handed down through the centuries." Thor's voice lowers and he looks to Peggy before he inclines his head. "All true. After a fashion. Like all stories, there were some embellishments or things left from the stories. After all, they were told by drunken Vikings in an age that did not have quite as much splendor as all this." A hand gestures to that which is around them. "Asgard exists. The All-Father exists. I exist, and have for thousands of years." Here, Thor takes a single knee before Peggy before he continues, "You have my sincerest of apologies that we have seemingly been absent for so long, but your Realm is a favored one. What we did elsewhere benefitted you as well."

Thor rises once again, and brows rise. "SHIELD. A fitting name to a group that seeks to protect a world." Glancing back to Fandral now, the Prince nods his head once and gives the man a look before he holds his hand out. For one second, nothing happens. Two. Three. Four… and from the distance, there is a sonic *boom* before something heavy this way comes at supersonic speed. As it closes in, it is difficult to discern exactly what it is until it is caught by Thor. There… there?

Mjolnir. A great hammer with runic symbols upon it.

"Would this suffice?" Is that a mischievous gleam in those blue eyes? Why.. it might be.

*

"Freddie, Fandral…Freyr," Fandral offers Peggy, doing his best to be truthful to the perceptive woman even if the last name makes him wince, "I have taken many names, depending on the situation." He looks at Thor as if asking permission to be transparent with the woman, "But yes, I am Asgardian by birth. And I serve the Crown Prince as his…guard." He pauses as Thor calls Mjolnir to him, a weapon that might have greater meaning to these people. He waits to see what other explanations Peggy of SHIELD will demand.

*

That was not exactly what Peggy expected, but it seems to be rather effective as well. Her dark eyes widen, just a flicker of shock across her features before she carefully tucks it back behind her smooth, professional demeanor. SHe's not one to be shocked often and, even then, not for long. She clears her throat, looking over the great hammer that seemingly fell from the sky. "It is… a most impressive piece. I cannot say that I… entirely understand, but I'm not saying you are wrong either. If my time with SHIELD has taught me anything, it is that our universe is far stranger than we could ever know." Peggy admits with a slight chuckle before looking back to Fandral.

"Fandral Freyr. What do you *prefer* to be called? Do you have… a proper title as well? I do not wish to cause offense to either of you, yet… well, there aren't exactly procedures written for dealing with royalty from another realm. If we are being formal, I am Director Carter-Sousa." Peggy does, as a show of faith, actually reach into her jacket pocket and pull out the thin silver container she keeps with the special business cards. The ones with her direct name, full title and full name. She hands them both one. "…I trust you are familiar with our phones?"

*

"No…Fandral. Fandral the Dashing has been my moniker on the most part. I only took the mantle of Freyr during my time…" Fandral actually winces as he admits, "With the Norse." Yes, he's not proud that he used to be a fertility god to the Norse, "And I haven't had a chance to set up a phone, we're still getting established." Fandral accepts the card from her and looks it over before pocketing it, "But we certainly wish to open communication and I shall leave a message with our contact information once we get established in the city."

He does quirk a smile, "And I promise that we will restrict ourselves from any acts without first consulting with your staff. We would not want to offend your government."

*

Once Thor has his hammer, there's a slightly different manner to the man. He seems more a warrior than prince, perhaps. One that is well accustomed to wielding a war hammer in the face of battle. It is no ceremonial piece; not the way he holds it.

"It is alright if you do not understand. It will come in time. There are many things in this realm that I do not yet understand. You have progressed much; people who have powers unheard of in the past. I was told that change is something to be embraced, and I would learn more so that we can be of some aid." Diplomatic, see?!

Thor holds the hammer down, and as Peggy hands out the card, he sets it upon the park bench before he takes the card. He stares at it for a long moment, his head tilting slightly before he turns with a questioning look to Fandral and hands him the card even though he now has one for himself.

"He is one of my Warriors. If you seek me and find him, he will know where I can be found." How's that for contact information? "Or, you may send a raven."

*

"…A raven." Peggy states with an arched brow, only barely able to suppress her amusement about it. "I'm not certain if I have any easily accessible ravens, but I'll check storage." She deadpans, even if the statement is a tease, it might go over their heads, who knows. She nods curtly to both their statements, looking a bit more relaxed about it all. "I would very much enjoy setting up a more formal meeting between our people so we can… Understand each other better. Allies are never a poor thing to have, especially nowadays. But I don't wish to push you if you are both still settling in."

Peggy's smile softens a bit — see, no pressure here, even if there is always a part of her that seems distant, almost a bit cold. A woman who has been Director far too long and not agent, friend or mom quite enough these days. But she's trying not to be pressuring. "And I would appreciate any information you have on this Jotun — are they still a threat, or has that matter been fully handled?"

*

"A raven…" Fandral turns and looks at Thor with a raised brow because Odin's ravens are not among them here and he doubts their likeness here would afford the same abilities. He does smile in appreciation at her sense of humor and then nods thoughtfully, "Yes, we'd like to set up a meeting as well. We can bring you more information about the Jotun and perhaps our people will have more information on their movements by then."

He tries to give her background in a manner that makes sense to her, "When the Asgardians defeated the Jotun before, one of the stipulations of our treaty was that they leave your realm in peace. If they are bold enough to violate it, it could bring war on them. We want to make sure before we react that they indeed sought to disrupt your realm, because we would not want to react harshly on a people that have already seen much loss."

*

"A more formal meeting with your Prince, or…" Wait.. that's not the sort of government… right? Thor looks back to Fandral once again before he turns back to Peggy, fully in agreement on her point. "Allies are never amiss. Friends in difficult times are scarce, and to know that aid can be lent and gained?" Nothing bad there, right?

"The matter of the Jotun will be handled. It may be a single incident, or there may be more. My brother Baldr will be seeking more information and will move when the time is right." For the ways of Asgardians are mysterious! Woooo! "We will not allow them to threaten Midgard without response."

Thor takes a side step to retake Mjolnir, and he looks to Fandral. Inclining his head, he chuckles before he gestures towards one of his dearest friends, "It is as he says." Beat. "But now, apologies my Lady Peggy. I should return before my appointed hour or there will be growing concern." Curfew? He bows a touch deeper than when he'd made her acquaintance, "Please allow my friend to accompany you to where you need to go this evening. You should not be about unescorted, such as you are." Oops? Well, they can't be perfect, right? And exactly where, at what point did he ask Fandral?

With that, Thor turns about and begins to make his way from the park.

*

Thor has left.

*

"Prince? We don't have… well, the US doesn't… England, anyway… Never mind. We'll set up something, I promise." Peggy affirms with Thor, not quite able to make promises for any governments, but then she has international jurisdiction for other reasons. She wrinkles her nose just a touch as he calls her Lady Peggy, but doesn't bother spoiling a good start by getting all femininist about things. "…As I am? Oh, trust me, gentlemen, I am more than capable of protecting myself." She ruffles. Maybe she will get a little femininist after all! But then, Thor is gone leaving her with his companion and seeming body guard.

"…He is… an energetic one, isn't he?" Peggy states with just a hint of a chuckle behind her voice. She does now, however, begin to make her way towards the mouth of the park, safer areas now that full dark has come and it is way past her working hours. "I do look forward to reading your information, and then I can scan our own reports for matters relating to your… particular concerns, and share what we have in turn. As soon as you get in touch, I'll set it all up. There are public pay phones, if you don't get one of your own set up quickly. Though…" Peggy reaches into her pocket, pulling out several bits of change, "You'll need this. Those fancy coins won't work in a payphone." She gives a wiry grin at that thought. "…Otherwise, I do not wish to keep you. Truly, I need no escort."

*

"President…they have a president. Their leaders are not born with divine right to the throne, rather they are voted into power because of their deeds," Fandral offers Thor so he understands that the President is the highest order for this country, "In other places in this realm there are still monarchies but not in these borders." He then smiles a little as Thor makes his remarks and heads out. Once his prince has left, he turns and gives Peggy his full attention.

"Peggy, his concern for your safety has less to do with your gender and more to do with your state of being," Fandral offers the director with a polite, "Not to be indelicate but you are with child. And in Asgard, the tradition dictates that she step away from the battlefield as not to endanger the child." Even with his abilities, he finds himself walking a thin line with his culture and her own, "Lady Sif, one of our cadre fights side by side. She is one of Thor's most trusted advisors. And his mother, Frigga the Beloved, rules side by side with All-Father." He accepts her bits of coin with a nod, "Thank you for the coins. I don't imagine it will take more than a few days for us to get set up."

*

Peggy lets Fandral explain the matter of Presidency, she taking a mental step back and just observing the pair, learning more about them both seperately, but also together. Much can be learned by how someone treats their trusted advisors. And just how wise Fandral is compared to this crowned Prince. But it's not until they are alone and Fandral expresses his concerns that Peggy stops almost dead in her tracks. Her dark eyes go a bit wide, genuine surprise there and it lasts longer than the first flicker they saw. The matter of her 'delicate' condition isn't really something she's shared with anyone outside her family and, while her clothing is definitely a touch tighter, she would not consider it obvious these days.

To lie, or not to lie. The thought flickers across her gaze for but a moment, but he seems so sure of it already and still speaks with respectful words, so Peggy just sighs a touch, continuing their walk out to the main road. "…I… can respect the sentiment, though the matter isn't something I have exactly… shared with many. I don't know how you knew, but I trust it will remain quiet. I needn't the office up in arms over it all and I do have a care… I just still have work to do also." She seems far more ruffled by this than anything Asgardian. She's not a woman quite comfortable with such a condition. "But, yes, I look forward to the more formal meeting, at least. If there is anything I can do to help get you settled in, simply ask."

*

"I will of course be discreet," Fandral tells her softly, lowering his voice so that he can explain, "I have many abilities Peggy. Knowing a state of a woman's cycles is just one of them. I know if a woman is with child or…" He thinks of their world for a moment, "Ovulating. It's rather embarassing for me at times but my sense for others allows me that preview." He pauses and then notes something, a typical New York street corner where cars are honking, a couple argues and another man gets frustrated because he's not able to hail a cab quick enough. He points to the area in front of him and murmurs, "At ease…" And then it happens, the cars stop honking, the couple starts laughing and seems to have forgotten their argument. The man settles down to patience and for a moment Fandral holds them all in peace. He then lets out a breath and lets it go, the world goes back to being what it was. He then turns to Peggy and tells her, "I can stop a war before it even starts just by honing in on everyone here and giving them a measure of peace."

*

There is so little that phases Peggy Carter, but the information he gives her about understanding of a woman's, well, time, that's enough to actually bring a hint of heat to Peggy's cheeks. It's simply not something *discussed* in polite company. She clears her throat, awkwardly looking away as they continue to walk. She's headed in the direction of her car, if he wishes to follow, she doesn't stop him. "…Well…that is… something… indeed. I…I can only imagine the embarrassment. How uncomfortable…" For everyone concerned.

Then he does something *far* more impressive, invasive, and shocking that simply good guesses about a woman's physiology. She stares at the changed people, the quieter emotions, the lacking honking from the cars. Her blush drains, eyes a bit too wide now as she takes that all in. "… Your gifts are… immensely valuable. And dangerous. Do all of your people have such… abilities?"

*

"No, each one of us has a unique gift that is just as valuable and dangerous," Fandral tells her softly as he watches the people who's lives he touch walk off with a measure of ease, "And you are right to be concerned because my abilities can turn things in the opposite direction if I so wished." He then looks her in the eyes and allows her to see the thousands of years that he has lived, the kindess that resides in his being, "But I wouldn't because it is not right. And that my friend is something very important to note about our people. We are raised to value honor, courage and valor. We try to protect rather than destroy. Your people are starting to come into their own, develop their own unique gifts." He doesn't say the word mutant but he certainly implies, "Some of them have vast power but do not have the wisdom of ages. You are entering a dangerous time Peggy. A time where your people will have to make decisions. And it is not just your people watching the television. My people also watch…"

*

While outwardly Peggy is quite calm, inside her heart gallops. The thought of that power is enough to unnerve anyone and the report she writes about this is going to have to be immensely careful. She takes in a deep breath, pushing back the worry. His other words, at least for now, would show him to be trustable. She had to depend on that. If she didn't, they all were in a lot of trouble. She gives him a slightly softer smile, "…You…you are right. It's already a dangerous time, not just starting. People do not understand the changes, they fear what they don't understand, they try to fight back against it. All my people can do is try to protect humans from themselves… and from everyone else. That's all we were ever meant to do. It's just getting more and more difficult. There should be no decision — concerning mutants, blacks, women — all the things certain people in this world fear. People wish to keep… low. Ignored. Out of power. It should be easy to embrace the differences. But it's not. So… we will protect them where we can. And give those who are different a place to serve if they wish also. All we can really do is be the best example possible, and fight for what is right where we can." Peggy gives the ghost of a smile which, for just a moment, reflects how very tired she feels. "…I know that is much easier said than done."

*

Fandral places a careful hand on his shoulder, "We know the burdens your people face, and this is why we've returned to your world to help if we can. If you will let us." He lets go and assures her, "If you wish us gone, we will leave and take our gifts with us. It is not our intention to overstep or disrupt your world." He points to the area that he affected and how the city starts to go back to itself, "Our gifts can not stop the tide, they can only give you a moment, a step where you can think and talk and hopefully find a way to work through these things. We am not seeking to replace that. Only provide a measure if things get completely out of hand."

"But…this is not a decision I'm sure that you can make on your own. You should also talk to our Prince and others in our group before making your decisions," Fandral smiles deeply and tries to lighten the mood, "And you might even find that some of the stories of old are true. Some are grossly exaggerated…especially about my namesake Freyr."

*

"And I need to speak to others in my group as well. So…" Peggy murmurs, as she steps up to a big, elegant Aston Martin which has been expertly parallel parked on a side street, "I will look for your call in a few days and we will move forward. Together, hopefully. I…I think it would be a boon to all of us. I'm am not so proud as to turn away from help. I hope others can see the same." She reaches her hand up, resting it over top of his and giving his fingertips a gentle squeeze for just a heartbeat or two before letting go. "…and it seems I have some mythology to be reading. It will be a good new hobby, at least. Perhaps my daughter will enjoy the stories as well." So, she's already a mother once over, despite the armor of business suit and title that she carries. She tilts her head to him then to the car, "This is mine…do…Do you want a ride somewhere?"

*

Fandral shakes his head and tells her, "No, no need to take me with you. I still have not gotten used to your…cars." He catches himself from saying metal beasts, "And please…remember that we were young once too and the tales your people tell of us are sometimes unflattering to the men and women we've grown into." With that cavaet, he lets the director go and starts walking away. It's important to note that people naturally part for the man, he does nothing to push his way through the crowd. The gods of old have returned and the mortals that once worshiped them will find they are not infallible beings but wise, careful people who seek to protect and guide. At least, that what Fandral hopes will come on their time here.

*

"Good night, Fandral." The brunette watches him go for another heartbeat or two, especially as the crowds part. It sends a slight shiver down her back, recognizing just how much power follows behind him. She takes a breath and gives a slight shake to her head before stepping down into the car and shutting the door behind. In a matter of moments, she's shifting gears into drive and headed out down the New York streets.

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